There was not the least doubt that from his own orthodox point of view the situation was growing immoral.For Sue to be the loved one of a man who was licensed by the laws of his country to love Arabella and none other unto his life's end,was a pretty bad second beginning when the man was bent on such a course as Jude purposed.This conviction was so real with him that one day when,as was frequent,he was at work in a neighbouring village church alone,he felt it to be his duty to pray against his weakness.But much as he wished to be an exemplar in these things he could not get on.It was quite impossible,he found,to ask to be delivered from temptation when your heart's desire was to be tempted unto seventy times seven.So he excused himself.'After all,'he said,'it is not altogether an erotolepsy that is the matter with me,as at that first time.I can see that she is exceptionally bright;and it is partly a wish for intellectual sympathy,and a craving for loving-kindness in my solitude.'Thus he went on adoring her,fearing to realize that it was human perversity.For whatever Sue's virtues,talents,or ecclesiastical saturation,it was certain that those items were not at all the cause of his affection for her.
On an afternoon at this time a young girl entered the stone-mason's yard with some hesitation,and,lifting her skirts to avoid draggling them in the white dust,crossed towards the office.
'That's a nice girl,'said one of the men known as Uncle Joe.
'Who is she?'asked another.
'I don't know -I've seen her about here and there.Why,yes,she's the daughter of that clever chap Bridehead who did all the wrought ironwork at St.Silas'ten years ago,and went away to London afterwards.
I don't know what he's doing now -not much I fancy -as she's come back here.'
Meanwhile the young woman had knocked at the office door and asked if Mr.Jude Fawley was at work in the yard.It so happened that Jude had gone out somewhere or other that afternoon,which information she received with a look of disappointment,and went away immediately.When Jude returned they told him,and described her,whereupon he exclaimed,'Why -that's my cousin Sue!'
He looked along the street after her,but she was out of sight.
He had no longer any thought of a conscientious avoidance of her,and resolved to call upon her that very evening.And when he reached his lodging he found a note from her -a first note -one of those documents which,simple and commonplace in themselves,are seen retrospectively to have been pregnant with impassioned consequences.The very unconsciousness of a looming drama which is shown in such innocent first epistles from women to men,or vice versa ,makes them,when such a drama follows,and they are read over by the purple or lurid light of it,all the more impressive,solemn,and in cases,terrible.
Sue's was of the most artless and natural kind.She addressed him as her dear cousin Jude;said she had only just learnt by the merest accident that he was living in Christminster,and reproached him with not letting her know.They might have had such nice times together,she said,for she was thrown much upon herself,and had hardly any congenial friend.
But now there was every probability of her soon going away,so that the chance of companionship would be lost perhaps for ever.
A cold sweat overspread Jude at the news that she was going away.
That was a contingency he had never thought of,and it spurred him to write all the more quickly to her.He would meet her that very evening,he said,one hour from the time of writing,at the cross in the pavement which marked the spot of the Martyrdoms.
When he had despatched the note by a boy he regretted that in his hurry he should have suggested to her to meet him out of doors,when he might have said he would call upon her.It was,in fact,the country custom to meet thus,and nothing else had occurred to him.Arabella had been met in the same way,unfortunately,and it might not seem respectable to a dear girl like Sue.However,it could not be helped now,and he moved towards the point a few minutes before the hour,under the glimmer of the newly lighted lamps.
The broad street was silent,and almost deserted,although it was not late.He saw a figure on the other side,which turned out to be hers,and they both converged towards the crossmark at the same moment.
Before either had reached it she called out to him:
'I am not going to meet you just there,for the first time in my life!Come further on.'
The voice,though positive and silvery,had been tremulous.They walked on in parallel lines,and,waiting her pleasure,Jude watched till she showed signs of closing in,when he did likewise,the place being where the carriers'carts stood in the daytime,though there was none on the spot then.
'I am sorry that I asked you to meet me,and didn't call,'began Jude with the bashfulness of a lover.'But I thought it would save time if we were going to walk.'
'Oh -I don't mind that,'she said with the freedom of a friend.
'I have really no place to ask anybody in to.What I meant was that the place you chose was so horrid -I suppose I ought not to say horrid -Imean gloomy and inauspicious in its associations....But isn't it funny to begin like this,when I don't know you yet?'She looked him up and down curiously,though Jude did not look much at her.
'You seem to know me more than I know you,'she added.
'Yes -I have seen you now and then.'
'And you knew who I was,and didn't speak?And now I am going away!'
'Yes.That's unfortunate.I have hardly any other friend.I have,indeed,one very old friend here somewhere,but I don't quite like to call on him just yet.I wonder if you know anything of him -Mr.Phillotson?
A parson somewhere about the county I think he is.'
'No -I only know of one Mr.Phillotson.He lives a little way out in the country,at Lumsdon.He's a village schoolmaster.'
'Ah!I wonder if he's the same.Surely it is impossible!Only a schoolmaster still!Do you know his Christian name -is it Richard?'
